blaze's parade

Instructions

To put it frankly, Blaze Voland was supposed to be the eyes of the divine. He doubted if his ideals truly existesd, but nevertheless, he'd done so anyway, hoping to give others a sense of purpose. Or, maybe, he was trying to fill in the loss of companionship and the empty hole in his heart that his ex-gang left. Loyalty was their best virtue, but everything fell apart after the 8th annual Hunger Games. He wondered if that was what was going to happen to the Messangers, if he died... Blaze hated it. He knew he was done for. He would give up his life for any of his members, completely unknowing of if they'd do the same for him. Blaze just hoped they'd continue, or if they believed in him as much as he'd like to think. He rode on his forest-green balloon with a small sigh, looking down at the many capitol citizens peering up at him from below. Blaze hummed to himself, as he slowly took a deep breath of air. He knew best. No- he was a fraud. He'd known it. But if cats were in, if cats blindly followed his eyes, feeling like they were fulfilling something, it would be okay. Ignorance was bliss, after all. Let him be the only one who could see the truth. Blaze gracefully stood from his hot air balloon, closed his eyes, and jumped. He heard loud screams of capitol cats below, and to be frank, he wanted to scream himself. The few moments sent absolute fear and panic through his chest, but putting his blind trust into his stylist was... well, something, because the next thing he knew, the backpack he was wearing behind him opened and revealed a pair of beautiful, pure white wings, similar to one of an angel's. Was Blaze supposed to be an angel or a God? In his eyes, was there really a difference? He flapped down, as golden feathers hidden inside began to fall from the sky. Blaze lifted his wings, and in some sort of divine light, the rays of the moon turned gold and beautiful once shone through his fake wings. Fake. Wasn't it funny? It was such a contrast from his forest-green robes. He kind of looked divine like this, didn't he? Yet, all that divinity was merely just fabric and glitter. A facade. He wasn't an angel nor a God. He was just a fraud. He saw capitol cats below desperately grab at his falling feathers, drifting throughout the air. Blaze glanced down, his eyes matching the colors on his costume. "Hello, cats of Panem~. It's such a pleasure to meet all of you, face to face." The slender tom said calmly with a charming smile, although he didn't yet lower himself onto the ground. Let them look up at him. That was the point, was it not? "I'm assuming you guys have already watched the reaping- in which, if for some sad reason, you fell ill or couldn't make it for whatever reason, hi! I'm Blaze Voland, and I promise to put on a show." He purred, flicking his ears as he slowly lowered himself more and more, until he was just hovering a few inches above his fans. He could see their faces up close now- Eugh, they were ugly. "Props to my stylist, thank you, Vivienne. I couldn't have made such a grand appearance without you- actually, hi, hello to all the stylists! Your work is appreciated." Blaze blew a small kiss towards their direction before his gaze focused on everyone else. He lowered himself onto his paws. He was a lot smaller than all of them. Maybe that just showed what he really was. Below all of them. "I won't say that I'll win for sure, but if you cheer for me, I'll appreciate it." Blaze spread his wings, trying to make himself look a bit bigger. And the golden rays showered everyone, making them gasp. He then kissed up to a few famous figures, sharing some laughs and conversations with him. "I love your work," he'd say. "Oh, wow, your fur is so lovely! I'd get it that shade myself- maybe you could send me some dye in the arena." Yadda yadda... spouting words he didn't mean. He spotted a cat in the crowd. Messy, blue-ish purple fur, a maroon butterfly tattoo on his shoulder. Yellow heart glasses pulled over his eyes in some sort of flamboyant style- he looked like any other capitol cat, but the way that his eyes narrowed at him sent a bit of a chill down his spine. "Alriiiight, it was nice being down here with you all. I'm Blaze Voland, and I'll be this year's showstopper- or beginner, depending on how you look at it. I'll see you all very soon." He winked, and flew up into the sky again into a sudden burst, unlike his usual graceful manner. He glided towards his balloon just as it were leaving, and his backpack (and wings) burst into a fit of flames. This time, they weren't graceful golden feathers that showered the crowds. They were sparks of fire. That were only there for the aesthetics, because it didn't have any burn at all. Oh, it really was ironic. His balloon suddenly started to give off the illusion that it were being burnt to a crisp, the golden flame illuminating the world with a now dark night. Soon, the light disappeared completely. +